He's been hanging around with Trickster for too long.

[stnls_steel_rat]

(OOC note: Axel slipped a present under Piper's door earlier

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[plaid_disaster]

( :D No Tricks I think the images speak for themselves XD Glad Piper enjoys)

[stnls_steel_rat]

(He's just had so many years of booby-trapped beer and pretzels, man! You just can't trust nobody these days XD )

[98andrising]

Mick off a little later than promised, but he's been held up trying not to fume like the angry girlfriend that he isn't. Len is just a bitch, end of story. He always has been, always will be. They're going to fight and claw and tear at each other until the apocalypse. Honestly--Mick hasn't found anything else he can believe in so firmly aside from the constants of taxes and Len being a dick (because at this point, even death was negotiable).

But things weren't all hazy and gray for him--visiting Piper, even a sick one, was a step up from his earlier talks.

Plus, he'd be cooking for the kid. That was always a plus. With a big stainless steel pot filed with spices and other things under an arm and a doubled-up bag of groceries in hand, Mick makes a decent job at knocking on the guy's door.

[stnls_steel_rat]

Piper listens to the rats then calls "S'open."

[98andrising]

It takes a bit more juggling, but Mick gets the door open and shuts it behind him with his foot. "Locked or unlocked?" he calls back, wondering aloud to Piper about the door as he unloaded the armload in the kitchen, setting things out. "And status--? Are we vomiting yet, or is it just general unrest?"

[stnls_steel_rat]

Piper rubs his forehead. "Been napping a bit. Mostly just really run down, though that's partly to do with last night. Starting to ache though, which is probably also to do with last night. The sore throat though, is definitely the flu."